My Weekends

Its the weekend. Those wonderful two days when you get to relax, and have some fun spending quality time with the family.This romantic idea was obviously thought up by a family with less than 3 children. Every weekend i get some fantastic idea about the fun family things we are going to do this weekend. I can see it in my head, The children are happily running around in the park/ at the beach/ at a friends BBQ/ in the back yard etc and the adults are having a nice relaxing chat.

This however is NOT how it turns out.
A typical weekend at my house in reality is filled with mayhem. It starts with the getting dressed and eating breakfast struggle which for Miss 7 seems to take an hour and require at least 10 reminders. Meanwhile trying to get Mr almost 2 to still while he gets dressed should be considered an olympic event as it is fraught with difficulties. Little Miss 3 months is relatively good at this stage but don’t worry, she becomes difficult later. By 9:30- 10:00 we are usually ready to head out the door with at least 1 quick trip back inside to change a dirty nappy. When we get to our destination it takes around 10 minutes to assemble the pram and stack the kids in to it.

We are finally ready for the fun to begin! Todays adventure was a trip to the shopping centre to have a quiet coffee and let the kids run around in the park. This was a great idea and for a little while it was successful. Miss 7 was sitting with us eating biscuits, Master almost 2 was happily playing with the toddler toys and tiny Miss 3 months old was happily attacking her butterfly toy while my partner and i were enjoying a coffee. 

But then all at once as if it were a planned assault, Tiny miss started screaming her high pitch newborn scream, Master 2 discovered the automatic doors that lead back in to the shopping centre and took off on an adventure, Miss 7 tried to chase him and tripped over thong resulting in her dropping to the ground and crying out in pain. Instant chaos has replaced my perfect morning. This is when hubby usually gets grumpy and decides its time to go home. This means its time to catch Master 2 and wrestle him back into his seat in the pram. It means telling Miss 7 that its time to go and listening to a chorus of my favourite ‘Its not  fair’ melody. Meanwhile tiny Miss is still screaming. We pack everyone in the car and go home again.

Then by some miracle which seems to be caused by the walk through the front door, every one suddenly calms down and returns to their normal happy cute selves! leaving me to wonder... is it even worth taking the kids out side the house when they are the happiest at home?